[Sadrain]

He was up to something! She could feel it, she could see it, behind the well put up mask of boredom. She was master of pretending after all. And so, Ainthe, spoke calmly, despite the vicious thoughts going trough her mind. In all honesty, she had thought she would have gotten past the point of getting ticked off so easily by man, but, apparently she wasn't. Or, it was just her intuition telling her he would give her a lot of headache. There were men who seemed to do nothing but that.

At his question, the girl shrugged. "Whatever you want. Pick up your vehicle around 5pm from here - I will make the arrangements. Try not to be late, or I will go in without you." With that, she simply disappeared. It was hard to tell if she sunk in floor or wall, or shadows simply gobbled her up. In any case, Ainthe made it clear he was not even worth of good bye.
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Ainthe tapped her feet twice, before forced her self to stop the anxious actions. She hoped Jayce would not be late, but more than that, the girl wished would not arrive at all. She did not feel comfortable working in a team, especially with someone like him. She felt as if she would need to watch his every move and that if she made any mistakes, they would be written in tabloids tomorrow. Or she could end up dead. Which would be in tabloids, too. "Famous assassin Shadow Mask found dead in a warehouse."

With frustrated sigh, she crossed her slender arms, not even the beauty of "Lonely Shepherd" performed by Gheorghe Zamfir could calm her. Instead of her gothic dresses, she had picked up rather tight bodysuit with various features worked into it. Generally, she picked functionality over appearance, especially if something was as tight as this... In all honesty, being so exposed - even no extra skin was shown -, made her feel slightly uncomfortable, although, she had no reason to be ashamed of her slender, endowed and muscled enough, body. Ainthe had also braided her long hair in a thick plait, so it would give no trouble to her.

As the music changed to Schubert's "Serenade", the woman glanced at her wrist, where, for brief moment, a watch display showed. Ainthe had made the arrangements for Jayce's hovercraft, her own small car was casually parked among many others not far. She would attract little attention with the many people on streets, and that was the main point, especially since she seemed more like someone about to go clubbing than break in and steal some high tech technology chip.